The Shine of Autumn Sun

The shine of autumn sun, the blink of glowing star, the moon, a lonely one, shed tears that travel far. Loneliness tells a sad story of love that fumbles in the dark. Love meant for God's greater glory but cannot equal that of a simple lark. The shine of autumn sun shed leaves and naked make the trees that birds will shun, the warmth that winter takes. The love in depths of tenderness hides no suffering from the loving one, for nothing is better than God's warm caress at the shine of autumn sun. The wind and air, so brisk and cold, a winter tale that trees don't tell, the wanting cry of fear that told of children, who from the Master fell. A haunting sound of dying grass and skeleton gone of age old trees whisper pains that never last but will someday show his majesty. The roving sky of white on blue with the sun in all its yellow bright call out to lonely you gone is the terrors of the night. The shine of winter moon, the ground of icy treasures won call out in an envious tune I've killed the autumn sun. The autumn sun no longer shines it disappears through winter storms that close the gate to forgotten time and covered the path of loneliness worn. The winter moon encloses fear and fights to rule the sun. It hopes to shed no human tears and now, it's finally won - Winter moon has killed the autumn sun. Written back in 1964 when I was a mere child and first began to write poetry.